Victoire Weasley Novels & Stories

Reluctantly, Arthur covered her hand in his, giving it a firm shake. "And I look forward to working with you," Victory continued warmly. "Word on the street is that you eat children for breakfast and breathe fire to anyone who dares to mention your name, thus solidifying your status as an unknown recluse. Having sat next to you this past hour, I find my flesh to be of room temperature and you appear to enjoy eating chicken and pudding instead of small children." Victory teased him in her soft musical voice, her green eyes twinkling in merriment and her pink lips were upturned in a wide smile.

It was a lot of responsibility for my little girl, but she was happy about it, she was happy to take care of a creature the same way I take care of her. Spooky is now part of the family, she asks me to feed him, when she remembers, I take them both on walks, I shower them both, and make sure they both take their treatment, Violet is almost done with hers, I decided to stop the dosage we're giving her, her body could function fully in our atmosphere, I don't want her to gain any more height, she's now tall enough to reach my chest.

They all focused their attention on me, as if judging me and asking me why I was here, I did not know why I felt that way. "She is Emily LeStrange the 13th witch and will lead this coven against our enemy werewolves," Viktoria announced that no one seemed to be surprised by that news by their dead reaction. "How can we be so sure that she can lead this coven if she not capable of powerful magic like us?" A question arose when a woman with thick lipstick with blonde hair asked. "We will train her all and work together so that she can release her strong power," Viktoria said.

Victor studies every minute thing about his opponent, the slightly altered gait of his left leg due to some previous injury, and how he seems to favor his front right paw to tread. Harry does the same, studying Victor for weakness, anything to exploit in battle. From the way his eyes glitter, it's clear he's found what he's looking for. Victor's heart pounds in his chest, surrounded by the old ghosts of his childhood, in a house that makes not a peep, and yet it screams. It was in this very room that Harry held a newborn Victor in his hands, swaddled him, and handed him to his mother. The golden wolf attacks, all teeth, and claws reaching for Victor's throat. The younger jumps out of the way

VICTORIA My name is Victoria Nash. I am the WereWitch born to the Alpha. My grandfather hates me and what I stand for. Weakness-Fear-a diluted Alpha Bloodline because my mother wasn't even an Omega. Just a half-breed witch sister to the oracle though no one but I and Esmerelda know that fact. I am usually pretty good at hiding away from him when he is in the packhouse. Today though, something must have made him more angry than usual because he is out for blood. My blood. I'm not old enough to have my wolf healing yet, but I can heal myself with the magic, only it wears me out, and I can't run away from him fast enough.

Rubbing his chin, Lancelot shifted his gaze to the tall, focused young woman practicing not far away—Windsor. As an A-level potential, her ability to metabolize vitality elixirs was obviously much stronger, but still limited. She could only consume about three bottles every ten days. Windsor's team had won first place in the team competition and individual competition, earning five bottles of vitality elixir. But Lancelot had never seen her use a single one. She seemed to use another type of potion—Resurrection Light. Its effects surpassed those of the vitality elixir, with a value similar to the Emerald Potion.

This happened too fast and unexpected "She needs time to adjust…this is huge for her…I've never seen her so frightened before…"Victor said sincerely. He had known Vivie long enough to understand her, especially how she reacted to different situations. She was a brave girl. Even if something nerve-wracking happened. She never lost her cool or got so vulnerable as she did

Victor said as Draco gave a curt nod. Victor's eyes glided to the small woman beside Draco and he checked her out shamelessly and then smirked. Fiona's jaw clenched before she snapped her fingers in front of him garnering his attention. "What are you looking at, Mr. Victor? Don't you know how to look respectfully at your queen?" She deadpanned sharply and his eyes went wide in shock and humiliation as he clenched his jaw looking around to find a few people gaping at them. He faced Draco waiting for him to put his wife in place but Draco said nothing and looked at Victor blankly.

Aurora World 3-05 Cassy was 17 years old, and in a few days she would finally turn 18, she had been looking forward to this day because although she attended an ordinary high school, her family was anything but ordinary. She was an only child and descended from the most powerful line of wizards that ever existed in Aurora, too bad her world was totally opposed to magic and they had to live day to day like all other mortals. She was 1.60m and slender, she had medium-length blonde hair that reached just below her shoulders and her eyes were as blue as the sky.

“Dad, I think we can give some of our minutes,” Charlotte said, trying to control her hand, which was inching to hug her cousin, who was more like her elder sister. She wanted to ask so many things with this adventure because, as far as she knew, Calvin was into adventure, not her. “She is my wife, Caroline Gosling.” Artemis introduced her to a group of four people. He knew Oliver Weasley and his daughter, not the rest.